[As if he was planning on letting her go. He tugs her into the shop with him, just pausing to hold the door and let her in under his arm. The air's thick with smoke and if he smelled like himself before, he's going to smell delicious by the time they leave.
Letting her in front of him at the counter, he rests a chin on her shoulder as they order - nodding twice to the suggestions of extra meat, then telling the server it's Harley's birthday as he motions to them to stack it higher.
Pretty soon they're walking out with sandwiches as high as she is.]
I've been wanting to catch up with you - sorry for being a stranger.
[ it's the kind of smoke that's thick enough to make her eyes water but also her mouth too, the scent of grilled meat and other cooking things only prompting her to think about how long it's really been since she's eaten. (truthfully, not that long, but in spite of her size, harley can really put away an impressive amount of food.)
all this is to say that by the time they're in and out and she's got a sandwich that's almost as tall as her head, dick's earned himself a very happy quinn. ]
All that Down patrollin' really eats up your free time, huh? [ she's able to gently clock him with a bump of her hip against his without breaking her stride β or dropping her sandwich, for that matter. ] Y'know, you could still swing over and see me one of those nights, no problem. That one skylight's always been a little loose.
[Dick unwraps his sandwich carefully, tilting both the meal and his head as he considers the right angle of approach. It's a short stroll to the park, and that's the direction he picks as they leave.]
Which is something I should probably examine, honestly. I'll come by more, promise.
Well, then whatβs got you so tied up these days? You can tell me. Iβm all ears.
[ bear in mind sheβs saying all this after having taken a huge bite of her sandwich, meaning that only every other word might be distinguishable, and she isnβt even thinking about how she might have a little russian dressing on the edge of her mouth either. a polite eater this girl is not. ]
βCause I donβt want you runninβ yourself so hard either. I know you. You canβt help lookinβ after everyone else, but whoβs got you in mind?
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Letting her in front of him at the counter, he rests a chin on her shoulder as they order - nodding twice to the suggestions of extra meat, then telling the server it's Harley's birthday as he motions to them to stack it higher.
Pretty soon they're walking out with sandwiches as high as she is.]
I've been wanting to catch up with you - sorry for being a stranger.
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all this is to say that by the time they're in and out and she's got a sandwich that's almost as tall as her head, dick's earned himself a very happy quinn. ]
All that Down patrollin' really eats up your free time, huh? [ she's able to gently clock him with a bump of her hip against his without breaking her stride β or dropping her sandwich, for that matter. ] Y'know, you could still swing over and see me one of those nights, no problem. That one skylight's always been a little loose.
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[Dick unwraps his sandwich carefully, tilting both the meal and his head as he considers the right angle of approach. It's a short stroll to the park, and that's the direction he picks as they leave.]
Which is something I should probably examine, honestly. I'll come by more, promise.
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[ bear in mind sheβs saying all this after having taken a huge bite of her sandwich, meaning that only every other word might be distinguishable, and she isnβt even thinking about how she might have a little russian dressing on the edge of her mouth either. a polite eater this girl is not. ]
βCause I donβt want you runninβ yourself so hard either. I know you. You canβt help lookinβ after everyone else, but whoβs got you in mind?